Unexpectedly, Digan Palace was not lavish at all; it could even be called simple. This place looked nothing like an emperor's residence, more like a cold palace where disgraced concubines were imprisoned.
In the bitterly cold winter weather, Digan Palace was icy throughout, without even a trace of warmth. No wonder the palace servants outside were dressed so heavily—the master of this palace had not even been living in a heated hall.
News traveled fastest within the palace, especially news concerning the emperor's eyes and ears. Even if word of the Imperial Preceptor's peril had not reached them at first, their charging all the way here was enough for the ruler of the realm to know.
Wen Xu had simply not expected this man to be so composed. Did he truly think Wen Xu would not kill his sovereign and father?
"Imperial Preceptor, please."
Those same four words again. Lan Qiao did not dare refuse to move. Or rather, after today, whether he lived or died was uncertain. It truly was backlash—he could not escape it even after leaving the palace.
The hall was freezing. Lan Qiao had now lost the spiritual power protecting his body and shivered outright from the cold. The Empress was no better off, but unfortunately, neither of them was the main figure in this hall.
For the first time, Wen Xu faced his biological father directly—a heartless emperor.
Yet even looking upon his biological father's face, he could not remember the slightest bit of it. At least before these eyes of his, every face in the world was absolutely equal.
"Imperial Preceptor, you finally look older than Us."
The emperor spoke first, his tone full of sighs. Yet if one listened closely, there was also a hint of mockery. It was clear that the relationship